Chapter 12
That evening, Madam Vera showed me the pain devices in operation. You must understand that pain per se was not the real objective here: the devices were provided merely to increase sensation in the subject's body. Even the sales brochure admitted freely that some women would obtain no benefit at all. indeed, the reverse. from their use: but Madam Vera was emphatic that of the twenty-four girls in her house. who had all been tried out on the machine. nineteen had obtained varying amounts of sexual stimulation from the use of the pain devices.
Tonight, of course, they were to be used in isolation (which they never were in normal practice) in order to give me a full understanding of their potentialities: and Madam Vera was killing two birds with one stone. the victim for the demonstration was one of her girls who had in any case earned herself a punishment by not catering properly to the wishes of an important, if ill-favoured, client of the house.
She was brought in naked, already gagged, and struggling helplessly in the grasp of Madam Vera's three big bouncers. A handsome, well-stacked blonde, her green eyes rolling wildly in terror as she was dragged towards the waiting apparatus, she made a lovely picture: and for a moment I was rather sorry that I was not going to see her shuddering in ecstasy as the redhead had done earlier that afternoon. The three men made short work of their task: and before long the naked golden body was lying stretched out and spread-eagled on the Maximum Sensation Machine, quivering in apprehension as her torment grew ever nearer. for you must remember that even if pain was not the main objective of these devices, nevertheless there was no pleasure whatsoever for the victim when the controls were set at full strength: nor did the machine ever tire. the punishment would continue, mechanically, on and on. until it pleased the operator to decide otherwise.
Now the attendants started grouping the pain devices round the trembling naked body. First came the breast-whippers. These were designed for mounting on the same bar that arched across the victim's body and carried the nipple-teasers: so the first thing the attendants had to do was set up the two stands for the armpit-ticklers and fix the bar firmly between them. (though of course neither the nipple-teasers nor the feather tickler attachments were installed for this purely punishment session). Each device was a curious contraption of metal tubing, which I can best describe as a tall, narrow W sitting astride the bar at the edge of the body-shell, opposite the girl's breast, and facing her body, so that one looked through the W and saw her breast centred in it: the top of the W was perhaps twenty to twenty-four inches above the level of the girl's body, and the bottom was on a level with, or perhaps a little lower than, the nipple in her breast. Now each outer arm of the W was slotted, from top to bottom, with the slots facing in toward the girl: and each arm carried a short piece of horizontal pipe projecting out of the slot, and running up and down in it. This evening, each of horizontal pipes (and the two on the other side of the girl's body) was carrying a little switch of four or five slim hazel twigs, some six or seven inches long: and Madam Vera told me that there was plenty of choice available. the possible attachments including a thin whippy whalebone rod, a miniature scourge of thin knotted cords, and a tiny birch of stinging-nettles: she went on to point out how the switches in the 'upper' arms of the W. nearer the victim's head. were directed towards the upper surfaces of her breasts, while the 'lower' arms. further from her head. covered the undersides. neither of them interfering in any way with the vertical arms of the nipple-teasers. (which of course were not installed this evening): the final nicety was provided by the W-shape itself, which ensured that the two weapons were getting closer to each other as they came down, and so exerted a painful pinching action on the breast when they struck it simultaneously.
This was a hydraulically-operated device: and internal cylinder drove each little horizontal pipe, carrying its chosen load of pain, slowly up to the top of the slot: as it went up, it compressed a powerful spring, which was triggered off automatically up at the top, so that the pipe was driven rapidly down its slotted tube, to thud against a padded stop an inch above the level of the girl's breast: the sudden shock jerked the switch (or scourge, or little birch) downwards into stinging contact with the soft flesh: then the little pipe started off upwards again. Furthermore, the nipple-teaser's kneading motion ensured that sooner or later the whole surface of the breast, both above and below, was made available to the wicked caress of the twin instruments thudding remorselessly down from above in regular cadence. From his instrument-panel, the operator could control both the speed and the strength of the whipping operation, as Madam Vera showed me.
Next came the stomach-scourger. a similar machine, set to one side of the girl's body: here, the cale was larger, the birch or switch or scourge longer and heavier. The area under attack was the soft flesh of the lower belly, between the navel and the pubic hair: and this particular device imparted a 'fanning' motion, so that the strokes marched back and forth over the whole area between the bar that carried the automatic trigger, and the stomach-strap that held the girl down into her shell. Tonight, Madam Vera had chosen a thin leather thong: and the bright red marks left by the three or four demonstration strokes (which she told me were delivered at only medium intensity and speed) argued an impressive load of pain when the controls were set for maximum effect.
The buttock-beaters followed next. again these were hydraulically-operated devices: but this time they worked in reverse, with the stroke delivered upwards from below: and the two columns were correspondingly shorter. As before, the weapon could be changed to suit the operator's whim: it was long enough to cover both buttocks together, and again, the speed and strength of strokes were controllable from the instrument-panel. Each machine had the built-in 'fanning' device to give coverage: but here, to avoid collisions, the machines 'fired' in staggered sequence. left! right! left! right! hrush! phwitt!. (for Madam Vera had chosen to put a nettle-birch in one machine, with a cord scourge in the other. ).
Finally, there was the galvanizer: this cruel device, which every 'patient' feared and hated, was built in to the two dildoes. (and demanded that both be used, when 'galvanic action' was desired). Separated only by the thin membrane between vagina and rectum, the two metal dildoes lay very close to each other within the girl's body. The closing of a switch brought a condenser into play: and deep inside the soft sensitive passages an electric spark was generated, which flashed through from rectum to vagina, so that the patient's very vitals leapt and twitched in the twisting tingle of repeated momentary electric shocks.
Madam Vera started off with half a dozen medium strokes from every machine, one after the other. first the little birches at the breasts, then the thin thong across the stomach, next the scourge and nettles on the arse, and finally the electric sparks inside the cunt and arsehole. The unfortunate victim was yelling "Nnng! Nng-nnng!" behind her gag almost from the start: and when the galvanizer sparked cruelly across her sensitive membrane, she started yelping like a wounded animal. At Madam Vera's invitation, I experimented with the control-panel, and found it surprisingly easy to understand: within minutes I was trying out all sorts of effects. six strokes across the breasts at full speed but minimum intensity; 'fanning' the thong across the stomach at minimum intensity, then creating an angry weal by one stroke at maximum force. then trying to hit the same weal on the way back; setting the galvanizer at low strength but maximum speed, so that the wretched blonde was being visited by an almost continuous electric current in her cunt.
Then Madam Vera said. "Right! Now we'll knock this bitch off. ". and took over the controls. The blows fell with increasing force and speed, till it was clear that the victim was almost at the end of her strength. Madam Vera checked the rain of blows for a moment. but only to set every device at maximum strength: then she switched on everything simultaneously.
The blonde's eyes opened so wide in horror at the shocking surge of pain that the whites showed all round the irises. The green eyes rolled up into her head as the second flood of agony washed over her body: and at the third stroke she collapsed limply into unconsciousness, her sweating body with its angry red stripes across breasts and belly lying motionless in the body-shell.
The demonstration had left me most impressed: but Madam Vera assured me I had seen nothing yet, and that Debby's performance on the following day would be a real eye-opener.